hour. We have been celebrating my birthday,
but my birthday is past and gone--it is after midnight."
Lord Arleigh looked up in wonder.
"After midnight? Impossible! Yet I declare my watch proves that it is.
It is all the fault of the starlight, Lady Peters; you must blame that."
Lady Peters went out to them.
"I do not wonder at your lingering here," she said. "How calm and sweet
the night is! It reminds me of the night in 'Romeo and Juliet.' It was
on such a night _Jessica_--"
Philippa held up her hands in horror.
"No more poetry to-night, dear Lady Peters; we have had more than
enough."
"Is that true, Lord Arleigh? Have you really had more than enough?"
"I have not found it so," he replied. "However, I must go. I wish time
would sometimes stand still; all pleasant hours end so soon. Good-night,
Lady Peters."
But that most discreet of _chaperons_ had already re-entered the
drawing-room--it was no part of her business to be present when the two
friends said good-night.
"Good-night, Philippa," he said, in a low, gentle voice, bending over
her.
The wind stirred her perfumed hair until it touched his cheek, the
leaves of the crimson roses fell in a shower around her. She raised her
beautiful pale face to his--the unspeakable love, the yearning sorrow on
it, moved him greatly. He bent down and touched her brow with his lips.
"Good-night, Philippa, my sister--my friend," he said.
Even by the faint starlight he saw a change pass over her face.
"Good-night," she responded. "I have more to say to you, but Lady Peters
will be horrified if you remain any longer. You will call to-morrow, and
then I can finish my conversation?"
"I will come," he replied, gravely.
He waited a moment to see if she would pass into the drawing-room before
him, but she turned away and leaned her arms on the stone balustrade.
It was nearly half an hour afterward when Lady Peters once more drew
aside the hangings.
"Philippa," she said, gently, "you will take cold out there."
She wondered why the girl paused some few minutes before answering; then
Miss L'Estrange said, in a low, calm voice:
"Do not wait for me, Lady Peters; I am thinking and do not wish to be
interrupted."
But Lady Peters did not seem quite satisfied.
"I do not like to leave you sitting there," she said, "the servants will
think it strange."
"Their thoughts do not concern me," she returned, haughtily.
"Good-night, Lady Peters; do not inter
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